Best Surya Poems
JULIUS CAESAR
When you start reading
You show your feeling
But not in Julius Caesar
Whose chapters dip you in eager
Onto the streets of Rome
Lay a royal home
Caesar's it was
Who was the boss
He was the king
Bright as a diamond ring
He loved all his mates
who finally decided his fates
Mark Antony , his noblest and loyal friend
Did not leave him till the end
The story started fine
But no answers why it turned as a sorrowful line
On the night ,
Which was not bright
Filled with thunder and lightning
Caesar came shouting
Calpurnia, his lovely wife
Feared his life
She dreamt of bad omens
That spoiled her faith in her husband's Romans
Caesar neglected
That her dream as amiss interpreted
He was a lion
Who punished evil in a line
His famous quote
"Cowards die many times before their deaths ,
The valiant never taste of death but once"
Lies in all our minds
At last he gave up going to the senate house
But the evil Brutus spoiled his thought like a mouse
He took away Caesar to the senators
By telling false rumours
In the senate house, they killed Caesar
His voice grew hoarser
He believed Brutus and shouted ET TU BRUTE [ you too Brutus ]
But Brutus was happy with his killing lute [killing of Caesar ]
Caesar died,
The heavens cried
The happiness of senators did not last long
As they became small before Antony's anger bong
Antony waited for revenge and took Caesar's funeral as a starting point
Brutus, unaware of his mind , gave the joint
His tears flamed up as fire
And also lit Caesar's funeral pyre
Antony takes oath to finish off the unfaithful dogs
And lit the fire of revenge with his speech logs
Antony's speech became world famous
For its opening line
"FRIENDS, ROMANS , COUNTRYMEN "
He succeeded in winning the people's heart
And people came in to help him for a start
Antony also took the help of Octavius Caesar,
Caesar's nephew for a war with their anger
Against Brutus and his mates
At last Brutus and Cassius decided their own fates
They were defeated against Octavius and Antony
And finally, they commit SUICIDE........
- manasvini surya
Categories:
surya, adventure, betrayal, death of
Form:
Epic
Situated in the state of Odisha,
It still glorifies India's ancient era.
It was dedicated to the Sun God Surya,
Being one of the wonders of India.
Built in the form of a gigantic chariot,
It's exquisite stone sculptures captivate us a lot.
Unfortunately the main sanctum collapsed,
And it's exact reason is still in dark.
Renovations are periodically done to keep it upright,
The temple is an UNESCO World Heritage Site!
Categories:
surya, places, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
THE GOLDEN SUN (Satis Shroff)
Through the cloudy veil
Appears the golden sun,
Changing the silvery North Sea
To a golden and crimson horizon.
The waves adorned with rich colours
Of yellow, orange blue and brown hues.
A fascinating play of colors,
Unfolding before your eyes.
Even the man-made Buhnen glow.
As you trudge on the beach sand,
To avoid wetting your shows,
By the ever coming frothy waves,
As they peter out near you.
You're thankful for everything
That you've been given or attained
In lifespan.
Like a moment of revelation,
An epiphany,
Or when you've had a near-death experience.
Thankful for who and what you are,
Towards your parents, teachers and mentors,
Who've moved you towards your goal.
In this spectacular theatre called life.
Ah, when Heaven and Earth unite,
The air, land and water.
Chandrama the moon appears
Like a sickle in the vast blue sky,
Bidding farewell to Surya,
The Sun God,
Who has metamorphosed into Agni,
The fiery Goddess that swallows all,
With her purifying flames.
This is the revelation of an epiphany,
A spectacle bathed in scarlet,
Orange, yellow, greenish-blue light.
Ah, how must it have been,
When the world was created?
* * *
© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
Categories:
surya, sea, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
Venom resumes X 3
Suryas out of his basket indeed,
Even good boys are naughty, Sajni,
elevation creatonism,
mantra stance style,
the sun moons life,
he locks his eyes for an eternal rain dance,
chaos enveloped in tears from the sun,
cosmic comic stances that are silent,
the venom stillness of life,
under thunder blast compliance,
encounter my intellegence,
my imperfections,
venom resumes X 3,
vision,
prime modal,
infentile,
Surya is out of his skin,
he pees freely, and poohs slowly,
cautious very friendly,
screams X 3,
shout X 3,
venom X 3,
resumes X 3,
venom resumes X 3,
don't mention tantra to mantra,
Chandra,
everyone is listening,
even good boys are naughty,
even good boys go bad,
Chandra,
tell Rajni not to say any more mantras,
the town is out,
people are watching,
the sun will shout,
Surya X 3
Surya in gujarti means sun.
Chandra in gujarati means moon.
Rajni is name of an Indian man.
Tapasya means to run away for enlighnment in a jungle as pennance for bad deads in order
to aquire enlightment.
Categories:
surya, socialsun,
Form:
Verse
The sun ascends with golden rays,
Blessing the earth on winter days.
Fields of green now turn gold,
Stories of harvest joy unfold.
Oxens plough the ancient field,
The seeds is what the farmers wield.
The pot is placed, the milk rises,
Bubbling under open skies.
''Pongalo, Pongal!'' the voices sing,
Gratitude flows for all it brings.
Let Kotravai bless us with golden crops,
Let Mariamma bless us with falling raindrops.
Oh, Bhogi flame, burn so high,
Carry our prayers to an open sky.
May your warmth in every heart stay,
Guiding us toward a brighter day.
For Bhogi is more than a festival's art,
It's the fire of renewal in every heart.
Surya, the giver of life and light,
We honour you on this sacred night.
With pots that brim with milk and grain,
We chant your name our hearts refrain.
Surya Pongal, a celebration divine
Of nature's bounty and gifts that shine.
From plowing the fields to guiding the cart,
These noble beasts play a sacred part.
Mattu Pongal, a time to say,
"Thank You" for the blessings every day.
On Mattu Pongal, Let our hearts unite,
In gratitude, pure and bright.
The sun above, the earth below,
Shine on us with love aglow.
Kaanum Pongal, a time to bless,
Our hearts, our homes and our success.
Together we stand, together we sing,
As the joy of Pongal continues to bring.
O Pongal, a festival of cheer,
A promise of bounty year by year.
With thanks we sow, with hope we reap.
In your warmth, out traditions we keep.
As rice hail down like snow in our palms,
Let the success be recognised by farms.
Categories:
surya, celebration, community, happiness, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
surya, celebration, flower, inspirational, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Who don't fear to enemy,
And fight for their country.
Who always want to see ,
All the peoples free .
Who don't celebrate festivals
With their children and wife.
On the day of festival ,
They persist for our life .
Who risk their lives ,
To save their nation .
To Playing with bullets
Is their fashion .
Who destroy enemies
and their route .
To my brave soldiers,
I heartily salute !
Surya Prakash Sharma
Categories:
surya, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The Pearl from the coal mines
The wonderful age of thirty is Sathyaprakash,
He’s a vegetable vendor with a pushcart,
At the end of the day, as the Sun is setting ,
He returns home to join his parents.
Yes, he listens carefully once again.
And confirms the crying is of a human baby.
Stopping his cart, he rushes to the bush nearby
His heart melts when he sees a tiny girl,
In the heap of garbage of all kinds.
A heartless woman must have left her to die;
he takes her home.
On receiving the warmth of his chest
She becomes calm and holds him tight in security.
‘Bachelor am I, I’ll take care of this precious gift’,
He says to himself and gives her a name
‘Surya’, meaning the Sun that gives light.
Sacrifices his own life
For his beloved pearl, from the coal mines.
He watched her growing day by day,
Like you watch a tender plant growing,
He cares for her every need as his own daughter.
As she reaches grade seven, he realizes
His gem is a super intelligent power.
He slogs hard, even sacrifices nutritious food
So, she gets excellent food and clothing.
His life has become only to fulfill
All her wishes, and for her to reach
To whatever stage she wants.
When they award her a gold medal ,
For achieving first in the university
For her Master’s degree, she has a wish.
She completes all the exams
Under the Public Service Commission.
Her wish thus fulfills and her brilliant mind
Brings her that great gift through
An appointment as an Income Tax Commissioner.
She shines as the most committed
And honest officer, Sathyaprakash, her dad
Remains as a vegetable vendor with his cart.
Her heart breaks when she thinks
Dad has sacrificed his life for fulfilling her wishes
One day she said, Dad, you take rest, now I take
Care of you. No, my child, I’ve been a vegetable vendor.
Categories:
surya, 7th grade, adventure, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
First motion is practiced at sunrise
With devout courage and humble strength,
Unobserved, unguided, and alone.
First motion glides over the accent.
Some say swan dive, some jack-knifed tractor trailer,
Balanced graceful as a feather on the sharp edge of a sword.
First motion goes down with a karma chaser.
Repeat until you leave with empty pockets.
First motion isn’t drunk, just happy-go-lucky.
First motion is taken as given,
Today, and the day after today, and tomorrow.
Having so prepared, one is ever poised to face battle.
As Prince Arjuna knows, this world is no place for pussies.
Categories:
surya, allegory, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Premiered at The Raven’s Beak,
New Orleans, LA – 5/23/2011
Act 1
TRAVELOGUE
CAR WITH NO REVERSE
IT WEREN’T WORTH TEXAS
WAYMORE ON THE PROWL
NOTHING BUT A SUNSET
THE CLOCK WINKED
DEADWOOD
AS IF NOTHING EVER HAPPENED
SUICIDE CAFÉ
Act 2
SCRATCH
A NEW MYTHOLOGY
SECOND HAND SOMETHING
SUFFER THE CHILDREN
UNCERTAIN PREMONITION
BUDDHISM FOR IDIOTS
STILL ME
THE SKY
WHATEVER
FINAL CONSIDERATIONS
TESTAMENT
WAKE
Act 3
LE BANQUET
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
MOUNTAIN
SURYA NAMASKAR
HOT YOGA CHICK
DRAMATURGE
FALLEN ANGEL
ONE BIG THING
SEVERED CAUTION
APRIL FOOLS FOR BOBBY LEE
HOUSE OF BROKEN PEOPLE
MR. SUNSHINE
PRODIGAL SON
LORELEI’S SONG
Categories:
surya, allegory, mythology,
Form:
List
In nature god gave us tree ,
To make them friends and let live them free .
And God said,'' from these friends, life , you will gain
'' you will get medicine in pain ,
''And you will get wood , fruits and grain ,
'' Your new friends will be helpful for rain .''
But after the working of nature construct,
Human made every product
And started to cut his truly friend ,
Constructed the buildings in the land .
Now life giver gas is being losed,
Human will punish for the way , he chosed.
- Surya Prakash Sharma
Categories:
surya, 12th grade, animal, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
With hug
I told you I have many marbles this earth is one of them if you wish I have many marbles 84 like this they have fellow different types of life cycle and tantra mantra because Kali is dead she is an attma and it can't be see it's dark like shadow what are coulds they are soul of papi punishment given by Surya and Shani ketu his friends is ravan with out head I will take my family just closer one don't worry and My friends Life is fun
With respect
Mhabharamnad Aghori
Categories:
surya, beautiful,
Form:
Bio
In the Caribbean's embrace, where legends roam,
India's cricket soared to claim their home.
Eleven years in the shadows, a relentless chase,
Now crowned in Barbados, with finesse and grace.
Rohit Sharma's bat, a master's touch,
Surya Kumar Yadav, with style so much.
Virat Kohli's passion, a captain's flame,
Rishabh Pant's audacity, forever the game.
Hardik Pandya's power, unleashed and bold,
Jasprit Bumrah's Yorkers, tales untold.
Arshdeep's guile, Kuldeep's spins spun,
Ravindra Jadeja's brilliance, under the sun.
Axar Patel's artistry, Siraj's fervent might,
Sanju Samson's elegance, pure delight.
Together they forged, a team so grand,
In Barbados' sands, victory's hand in hand.
Cheers echoed in Bridgetown, hearts did swell,
As India's anthem rang, their triumph to tell.
In the T20 realm, a new chapter begun,
Legends etched in glory, under the Caribbean sun.
Categories:
surya, celebration, emotions, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Flower
I'm saying flower
I love you even if it hurt
Sometimes in God's head
Or sometimes on foot
again in your bed
Still I’m blowing in your yard.
I'm saying flower
No matter how hard you
Even if you step on your feet
I do my duty
always blossoms in your yard.
I'm saying flower
Selfish man
Never mind
Never wear it again after use
Earning a income for me
auctioning me in market for his self gain
In spite of it forget and inflourenscence in your yard.
I'm saying flower
How you understand my mind
Once use
I'm worried
Stampede under someone's feet
Still I’m blowing in your yard.
I'm saying flower
With all difficulties
I didn't tell anyone
Didn't strike on the street
As always, I still come today
It's fresh
I keep my word
Even today I blossom in your yard
I'm saying flower
I dance happily
It smells good all around me
The butterfly kissed me
The thief stole honey and stole honey
Still I’m blowing in the yard
CMA Surya Narayan Mishra
Categories:
surya, anger, blessing, confidence, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
During yoga lessons, learnt the 'Surya Namaskara' pose
'Surya' as in Sun and 'Namaskara' as in salutation
So I just said hello to the sun?
But the sun did not say anything back!
Well that's rude
Someone tell him that not everything revolves around him!
Oh wait...
Categories:
surya, humor,
Form:
Free verse